Sunday, 20 December 2015

Ludwig's Bust ( A meditation from January 2015)

Ludwig’s Bust
(A meditation from January 2015)

Ludwig’s bust
makes me feel at home,
we’re talking Eddie Izzard
and the transgressive,
talking Beethoven
and annoying ‘River Rats’
as you call them 
jet skiing, littering, boozing
and fighting, destroying
the natural beauty
of this ancient dream time land.

We drink coffee and lose ourselves
in Romantic movements
Chopin and Beethoven,
and our disdain for Wagner
and Lloyd Webber…

My recent history is a concern
for both of us,
too much baggage
under my eyes,
my heart
and soul in a cage,
never allowing
it to be opened again,

In your drawing room,
meditation and crystals
psychic healing, doesn’t
do the trick this time.

We move to the music room,
all your kids, all your students
paraded on the wall, how wondrous.
An artist with no darkness.
only light and joy.

Surely, this is a dream.
We seduce each other
with the most bizarre foreplay

I’ve ever seen,
we alternate between
the upright and the grand.
making shit out of our heads,
me counter-pointing to your 
variations of Tori Amos
and I can’t help but to let
my fingers wander into Jazz
 and Chicago chords.

You start playing a highlights package
Beethoven sonatas—not that flowery Mozart
crap!  But passion, sex, desire, 
sorrow and transcendence

Moonlight suddenly becomes
Appassionata and then the
most painful and passionate
sexy and daring of them all,
the Kreutzer—why do I feel
like I’m Leo Tolstoy right now?

We talk of Pyotr Ilyich
you smile and take it all in,
just like she used to do,
talking of the only memory
of my father, at the Golden Twin,
playing the 1812 on his Yamaha FX20
with canon FX and a 1980’s light show.

Why does the Keyboard
keep stalking me?
You’re a piano teacher like my dad
and my sister,
and prodigy like my dad
and a like her ex’s dad, 
G-d has a sick and twisted
game, I still have to play.

The coffee’s run out,
you brew some more 

You let me go crazy
on your full size deep red wood
grand. I haven’t touched
real ivory in so long.

Tentatively, I begin my own variations
a Faure and Dvorak mash-up,

Pavane meets the 9th Symphony 
a courtly dance, with a Negro spiritual.
I keep maintaining that I can’t play,
I just make it look like I know what
I’m doing. And then the love affair begins

From the kitchen you seem impressed,
calling me the name she used to,
only a few ever had, “Wow Red Wolf”.

Ludwig’s bust is pushing me on further. 
I close my eyes and like the layers of 
my sins, my heartache, 
my sorrow and my pride
drift away through my fingers.

I start in E minor,
why do I always start
in that mournful 
soulful key.  

Just baby steps,
it’s been too long since
I sat back straight
feet on the floor,
hands at middle C.

You call from behind me
I almost jump out of my skin,

“I didn’t know Bela Bartok was
in my house? What’s that you’re

“I have no idea. I can never remember
what I play. It’s almost like a trance”.

The Taste Of A Woman (part 1) James WF Roberts NSFW (R RATED)

The Taste Of A Woman (part 1)
James WF Roberts

Everything you don’t say,
makes me feel this way.
say it with your eyes
you say it with your smile,
all you want is my face
trapped between your thighs

My cock in your cunt
will be the last resort
there are so many more rides
at the amusement park of
Un-earthly delights.

I know what’s gonna make you sing
something so beautiful about the flesh and sin,
first I kiss your mouth, then I suck on your lips
exploring your body, with my fingertips.

Then I kiss and suck on your neck for a while,
I know what you like—I know what you need,
and what you want

There’s nothing more sexy than the word
breasts—knockers, boobies, tits—that’s what
a child wants. You’re a woman, I’m a man,
I just want your breasts—kiss, lick and suck
on your nipples, not like a man starving
but a man whose never quite found the meal
he’s always needed.

You whisper in my ear.
"Bite me hard.  Fucking devour
my tit”.
Your heart’s trembling, neither of us can deny,
we’re both having a fit.
Can’t you feel me now,
can’t you feel my fingers gently
rubbing on your clit.

Your eyes are wide
I know that soon
you’ll want me deep inside,
your hands are exploring my body,
you have my belt unbuckled
and my jeans unzipped.

I move down to your navel
flick my tongue in and out of your belly button
Just a prelude to the main event.
You grab my head, pull my hair
you moan, your body arches,
you massage my ears
as I stick my tongue in, just a little,
little bit.

“Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me with your mouth,
stick it in baby, all the fucking way. I want to feel your breath
on my slit”.

So how does a woman taste?
Is it a scent or a memory, or pure joy?
Like roses in bloom? Lilies or citrus fruit?
Champagne or salty and intoxicating…

My tongue moves between your cunt and your arse. 
I make no distinction.
“Every hole a goal” I drink out the words I say.
You purr.

“Where did you learn how to eat a woman like that?”
you almost tear my ears off, you reach another peak
the further one goes, the more you seek, the deeper you are in…
I am so far in, am up to my chin.
I can tell you’re almost there.
you’re convulsing, writing all over the place,
you’re fucking my tongue as you cum all
over my face.
You say, "I'm such a tease..."

The deeper I go in your cunt, the more your body arches.
You’re gasping for air-
you beg me to fuck you.

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Domestic Violence: A Cultural Pandemic? By James WF Roberts

Domestic Violence: A Cultural Pandemic?
By James WF Roberts

With all of the coverage of the attacks on Paris, the re-emergence of Reclaim Australia, and the Syrian refugee crisis that is getting worse on a daily basis, and the moral and legal quagmire of the world’s powers taking the fight to ISIS, one of the most important domestic and foreign issues that is finally being highlighted and given real Prime Ministerial attention is the issue of domestic violence. Without focusing on the political issue of what Pauline Hanson and many other pundits have said about how “Islam is oppressive to women…” the most shocking article I have ever read on domestic violence has been published today on the web and in most of Australia’s leading news outlet. According to this article on,

 “The dangerous attitudes young Aussie kids absorb about domestic violence’; ‘by the age of 10, young Australian boys are downplaying and excusing sexist and violent outbursts, and girls are already blaming themselves for this behaviour’. The research, which will shape a $30 million national domestic violence prevention campaign, reveals primary-school aged children think violence against females is acceptable in some circumstances.

It exposes a deeply concerning tendency among Australian kids and teens to blame female victims, and excuse, empathise with, and minimise the behaviour of male perpetrators”
The shameful article goes on to say, “as a part of the research, children were asked to respond to a number of scenarios depicting gender inequality and aggression, and their responses have stunned policy makers.

“It wasn’t that bad ... it’s not like he punched her … if there was an injury, then it would be bad”, one girl aged between 10 and 14 says.
“She said something he didn’t like … the girls were being mean,” says a 10-14 year old boy excusing an aggressive outburst.

Even the adult parents surveyed displayed worrying attitudes, with a father responding to a scenario where his son throws a bottle at a girl in a fit of rage with the offhand comment: “boys will be boys”.

I am sorry—what? WHAT? Boys will be fucking boys? Christ and we wonder why so many young women are the victims of sexual assault every day and why so many women are murdered by a current or ex-spouse, he throws a fucking bottle at a girl in a fit of rage? How the fuck is that not attempted murder, or at least attempted assault?

Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull said the research paints “a disturbing picture” about the views many Australians have about domestic violence.
“It tells us that far too many people excuse, diminish and blame the victim when it comes to violence against women, now that is utterly unacceptable,” he said.

Unacceptable ... Too many Australian children make excuses for males who act disrespectfully or aggressively toward females. Picture: iStockSource:Supplied

“These are attitudes we have to change, these are big cultural changes we need to effect.”
The research reveals boys as young as 10 are quick to blame aggressive and sexist behaviours on others, particularly females, where as young girls are quick to blame themselves.

Girls as young as 10 are also quick to downplay disrespectful and aggressive behaviour from males, even physical violence, while boys display a high level of empathy toward other males who exhibit disrespectful or aggressive behaviour.

Social Services Minister Christian Porter called the research “eye-opening”.
“The research seems to show that young people continue to hold views that implicitly accept violence,” Mr Porter said.
 I am guessing that the majority of young people in the questionnaire where of White/European/Anglo-Saxon background. I am not making any argument about whether or not all white people thing this way etc. I am white and I certainly do not agree with this attitude, nor do I disagree with the findings of the study. I am under no illusions of how women are seen in our culture. We live in a phallocentric, adolescent male gaze orientated world; almost everything we do in our society perpetuate the horrific ideal of women being second class citizens, compared to a man. How many mainstream TV shows, Movies, books, stories, myths, focus on the strong macho man, the strong silent type, the Hero every boy can become…and what is there for a woman, for a little girl? A wife, a mother, a mawkish daughter or the prostitute/slut archetype?

Starting early ... Girls begin blaming themselves for gender based aggression while still in primary school. Picture: iStockSource:Supplied

Everyone is effected by domestic violence, in one way or another. Domestic violence doesn’t have to be a punch in the face, or show any scars, families, friends, children—everyone is effected by a relationship inside domestic violence.
                I am angry at this report, it sickens me the double-standard we have in the community towards White—mainstream culture and what we consider the religious oppression writ-large that we have for so long accused Islam of practicing. It is always in the News and I know of a particular woman in my former hometown of Bendigo, a particular city-councillor who is highly involved in the Stop the Mosque campaign.
                But, of the Islamic attitude towards women in religion and in the Koran?
A very insightful and interesting article I have often used in relation to the problem of Islam and female oppression can be found here:

Fourteen hundred years ago Islam gave women rights; rights that could not have been imagined by European counterparts.  Bold words!  Words that have been spoken repeatedly, especially in the last two or three decades by Muslim converts, and Islamic writers, academics and educators across the globe.  Women’s rights, responsibilities, and choices have been the subject of books, articles, essays, and lectures.  Sadly however, convincing the world that Muslim women are not oppressed by Islam is a message that is just not getting through.  Media headlines scream oppression and the words Muslim, women, and oppression seem to have become inextricably linked”.

“The most visible sign of a Muslim woman’s faith is the headscarf or hijab; it is also the garment that leads people to believe that Islam oppresses women.  Although Islamic scholars unanimously agree that modest dress and head coverings are obligatory in Islam, for the majority of Muslim women around the world, to cover, or not to cover, is a freely made choice.  The women who chose to wear hijab view it as a right, not a burden and many describe wearing hijab as liberation from the need to conform to unrealistic stereotypes and images dictated by the media.

And the report goes on to discuss what Islamic women say about themselves in relation to the issue of oppression, “in 2005, a World Gallup Poll  entitled, What women Want: Listening to the voices of Muslim Woman, revealed that the majority of women polled, in predominantly Muslim countries resented lack of unity among Muslim nations, violent extremism, and political and economic corruption.  The headscarf or hijab, or any garment covering the face and body, often depicted as a tool of oppression was not even mentioned”
The report concluded that “...most women in the Muslim world are well aware that they have the same capabilities and deserve the same fundamental rights as men.  Majorities of females in each of the eight countries surveyed said they believe women are able to make their own voting decisions, to work at any job for which they are qualified, and even to serve in the highest levels of government.”

“Islam raised the level of women, they were no longer chattels being passed from father to husband.  They became equal to men, with rights and responsibilities that take into account the nature of humankind.  Unfortunately across the globe, Muslim women are victims of cultural aberrations that have no place in Islam.  Powerful individuals and groups claim to be Muslim yet fail to practice the true principles of Islam.  Whenever the media reveals unconscionable stories about honour killings, genital mutilation, forced marriage, the punishment of rape victims, women being confined to their homes or women being denied education they are revealing a tale of men and women who are ignorant about the status of women in Islam.

“O you who believe!  You are forbidden to inherit women against their will, and you should not treat them with harshness, that you may take away part of the bridal money you have given them. And live with them honourably.  If you dislike them, it may be that you dislike a thing and God brings a great deal of good through it.” (Quran 4:19)

“The religion of Islam demands that women be treated with respect, honour, and justice.  It condemns oppression of any kind.  In Islam women, like men, are commanded to believe in God and to worship Him.  Women are equal to men in terms of reward in the Hereafter”

“And whoever does righteous good deeds, male or female, and is a true believer in the Oneness of God, such will enter paradise; and not the least injustice, even to the size of a speck on the back of a date stone, will be done to them.” (Quran 4:124)

“Women in Islam have the right to own property, to control their own money to buy and sell, and to give gifts and charity.  It is not permissible for anyone to take a woman’s wealth without her consent.  Islam gave women formal rights of inheritance.  Women in Islam have the right to an education; seeking and acquiring knowledge is an obligation on all Muslims, male or female”
Of course I am not going to copy and paste the entire article or the website into this post, I merely want people to be more educated and to seek things out and find out the truth behind the mass hysteria for themselves.
                And—what about the other main Abrahamic traditions have to say on to say about women, in general? Should we look at Leviticus, perhaps? Even though it is one of the maligned and most used book in the bible, when it comes to homophobia and bigotry.

                The Uncleanness of Women
Leviticus 15:
19 And if a woman have an issue, and her issue in her flesh be blood, she shall be put apart seven days: and whosoever toucheth her shall be unclean until the even. 20 And every thing that she lieth upon in her separation shall be unclean: every thing also that she sitteth upon shall be unclean. 21 And whosoever toucheth her bed shall wash his clothes, and bathe himself in water, and be unclean until the even. 22 And whosoever toucheth any thing that she sat upon shall wash his clothes, and bathe himself in water, and be unclean until the even. 23 And if it be on her bed, or on any thing whereon she sitteth, when he toucheth it, he shall be unclean until the even. 24 And if any man lie with her at all, and her flowers be upon him, he shall be unclean seven days; and all the bed whereon he lieth shall be unclean.

25 And if a woman have an issue of her blood many days out of the time of her separation, or if it run beyond the time of her separation; all the days of the issue of her uncleanness shall be as the days of her separation: she shall be unclean. 26 Every bed whereon she lieth all the days of her issue shall be unto her as the bed of her separation: and whatsoever she sitteth upon shall be unclean, as the uncleanness of her separation. 27 And whosoever toucheth those things shall be unclean, and shall wash his clothes, and bathe himself in water, and be unclean until the even.

28 But if she be cleansed of her issue, then she shall number to herself seven days, and after that she shall be clean. 29 And on the eighth day she shall take unto her two turtles, or two young pigeons, and bring them unto the priest, to the door of the tabernacle of the congregation. 30 And the priest shall offer the one for a sin offering, and the other for a burnt offering; and the priest shall make an atonement for her before the LORD for the issue of her uncleanness.”

Doesn’t make for good reading about the menstrual cycle does it? Is this not oppressive and condemning of women? If a period of woman, and the woman herself is unclean—of course this is all about original sin and their belief is that we are all dirty, and full of sin until we are cleansed, regardless of that though, how can any woman born into Judaism or Christianity think of herself as anything but unclean and inferior to man—which is of course the whole issue we have here. But, I shall go on,

“19When a woman has a discharge, if her discharge in her body is blood, she shall continue in her menstrual impurity for seven days; and whoever touches her shall be unclean until evening.
20'Everything also on which she lies during her menstrual impurity shall be unclean, and everything on which she sits shall be unclean.…”

Of course there are dozens and dozens more quotes like this from our Judaeo-Christian tradition, and it makes me wonder about so many, many things, not just how we view Islam in comparison to our own traditions. I have been thinking about the Reclaim Australia/United Patriot Front morons and their own crusade to destroy Islam and Domestic Terrorism—I wonder if we calculated how many Australian women have died in acts due to acts of domestic violence over the last 12 months, how much higher would those death rates be compared to how many Australians have died in terrorist acts over the last five years?  I am guessing that the Domestic violence stats, are so horrifically high that they would out-number the death caused by terrorist actions.

According to the White Ribbon organisation; “Over 12 months, on average, one woman is killed every week as a result of intimate partner violence.  A woman is most likely to be killed by her male partner in her home. Domestic and family violence is the principle cause of homelessness for women and their children. Intimate partner violence is the leading contributor to death, disability and ill-health in Australian women aged 15-44. One in three women have experienced physical and/or sexual violence perpetrated by someone known to them. One in four children are exposed to domestic violence, which is a recognised form of child abuse. The cost of violence against women to the Australian economy is estimated to rise to $15.6 billion per annum. One in five women experience harassment within the workplace. One in five women over 18 has been stalked during her lifetime”
These are horrendous figures.

But I digress. I have witnessed domestic violence towards women in public. I was once at a friend of mine’s gallery opening in Castlemaine a few years ago, there were so many other artists, musicians, rappers and poets, myself among them performing at the opening, it was pro-rata gig for a mate, the sort of thing we all do for cheap or free booze and exposure. We were all sitting or standing in the alleyway smoking (not everything entirely legal) and drinking too much and I heard this man, probably no more than 25 years old, if that and his, I guess girlfriend, or partner as we say these days was with their little dog and their young boy, probably around 8 years old maybe a bit younger, after what seemed a normal, casual conversation, the young woman saying, “what time are you going to be finished? What time should I put dinner on…”
“I am not going to be that fucking long. Just fucking wait you, stupid bitch, I told you that before…”
“I was just asking a question. Should I wait here then?”
“Yes. I fucking told you to wait here. Be here when I get back or I will kick you in the cunt”.
So many of us turned around and looked, not really horrified, more in shock that the conversation had become so aggressive, so violent with little or no provocation from the woman’s part. It is not the only time I have seen transgressions like that happen in public, I have been at Macdonald’s, actually at the Boronia Macdonald’s right above the train station once, really hungover and feeling the effects of some nefarious things I took at a party, that is probably not the most relevant bit but I do need to highlight that I am not a saint, nor am I trying to be sanctimonious in this article. I was puking my guts up in the men’s room and I heard a loud banging on the door. “I’ll be just a minute. Gimme a sec”.  There was no response. Just more and more banging on the door. I finished up and went to investigate the ruckus. Standing outside, the disabled toilet was a man banging on the door.
“Hurry up bitch. We’re gonna be late. Still got another hour of driving”.

He continued banging on the door until I think she opened it, or he had forced it open. I was hiding behind the door of the men’s room, you know didn’t want to get involved but I still witnessed it. The woman was a young girl, obviously several months pregnant he went over to his partner and punched her as hard as man could punch someone in the face. I could feel the impact from where I was standing. I remember thinking shit what am I going to do? What should I do…should I run in and intervene, he looks high, he looks dangerous he might have a knife or something. I know, I will go get help from a staff member or there were plenty of men with their families in the dining area I will go and get help. I went to the dining area and I said to this guy who was clearly the manager, ‘hey mate I think something should be done about the guy in the toilets…” then there was the scream and the second hit I looked around at all the men, all the families—all of us silent to her screams….I did look for help, I did go to the Cop shop but there was no help to be found. It was closed. I did eventually get some, some assistance from an on duty officer, by the time we got back, the man and the woman were gone.

This is pandemic that we all have a responsibility to cure. Women have the responsibility to better educate themselves and their friends and relatives. And men have a responsibility to teach their sons, their brothers, their nephews--their mates that HITTING A WOMAN, OR ANYONE FOR THAT MATTER is Wrong. No means No. And we all have an unalienable right to respect and human decency. 

If you or someone you know is impacted by sexual assault, domestic or family violence, call 1800 RESPECT on 1800 737 732 or visit In an emergency call 000


Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Forty Years Ago Today (The Dismissal) James WF Roberts

Forty Years Ago Today (The Dismissal)
© 11/11/2015
James WF Roberts

Forty years ago today,
Armistice Day, 1975
how close did we come to
blood and bullets on the street ?
Doctor Jim and Junie frolicking
naked on the grounds;
sacked and disgraced
Treasurer and rival. Shonky loans,
Free education for all,
hubris and no fault divorce
women’s rights and indigenous
Crash through or crash trying,
buy back the farm, only to see
illegal deals, Attorney-General
raiding the secret service,
US phone taps—revenge for pulling
out of Vietnam?

Why didn't the saviour save the Balibo five?
Minerals and Yom Kippur war, oil and energy
embargoes, Timor gap half owned by us
and Indonesia…
The dark prince Rupert,
the lord of ink, print, social media,
supported the rise of  the maverick into power
and gleefully took it from him…

Forty years ago today,
power swings, too and fro,
every action creates another
reaction, equally as fierce…
Was it legal?
was it moral?

Many people don’t believe
in G-d, but just as
many don’t believe in Gough….
IF he could walk on water?

Why was he positively slaughtered
in the next two elections….

After twenty-three years in opposition
barely four years in power,
is it what he did?
or what he could have done that
make all those young kids kiss his tapestry
at Bella union,
like the infirmed, the desperate
and the devoted at Lourdes
 every time they pass?

Forty years ago today,
did  a great men fall?
a legend began….

Sunday, 11 October 2015

Whatever Happened to the Welcome Stranger? (Stop the Mosque/an anti-racism polemic)

Whatever Happened to the Welcome Stranger? (Stop the Mosque/an anti-racism polemic) 

James WF Roberts (c) 2015 

A thousand angry faces,
a thousand screaming voices
hidden by masks, paint and hate.
Eyes burning red,
voices almost hoarse,
days leading up to
this perverse event,
fake be-headings,
images of mutilated infants
other side burning flags,
while the Eureka flag
is used a table cloth
in a picnic in full view of everyone.

On the streets where they once wore
a red ribbon in rebellion, over Miner’s Rights,
that lead to Eureka, 12 months later.

Whatever happened to the Welcome Stranger?
Whatever happened to the tin rattlers
outside every bar and pub on New Year’s Eve
when the worst tsunami in recent memory struck?
Whatever happened to the people who all said ‘Thanks’
to the cops and the fire-fighters, the ambos and local
residents, great big gig, full of rockers young and old?
Whatever happened to the city,
whose streets were paved with gold?

Why are you asking to reclaim Australia?
When did we ever own it?
When was it ever owned,
by anyone

“Stop the mosque!
Because I drink too much
my liver rots!

All Muslim women are objectified
treated like slaves and beaten and raped…”
And white men never do the same?
Aussie babes aren’t on the covers
of magazines, on display on mobile phones
and 1-900 commercials just on midnight?
Footballers piss in their mouths
and film it, post it on twitter!
and so many have been found to
participate in gang rape!

“Islam promotes terror!”
“Where does it actually say that
in the Qur’an come on give me
Chapter and verse!”
“And G-d in the old testament
doesn’t turn people into a
pillar of salt for not recognizing the Sabbath?”
“KKK Christian cult
is only a figment of
big L-liberal agenda,
of course they’re not
a terrorist outfit”.
“Stop the mosque!

So all our ‘rights’ are being taken away?
Are you being arrested for marching and screaming
protesting down the street?

Have you been arrested for threatening to kill?
For discrimination? Intolerance and hate?
How is this ‘movement any different to black and brown shirts,
marching through the streets of Berlin?

The KKK chasin’ down  and lynchin’
Every BOY they see,
or the Westboro goons, spitting on,
desecrating coffins on slain soldiers in
the Mid-East?

Too many blacks in power
too many blacks taking our jobs!”
Like cap drivers,
delivery drivers, 24 hour 7/11
toilet cleaning
and night fill—yeah everyone wants those jobs!
“There’s too many
blacks in this country
of white people”

”Really? Really?
So Ernie Dingo,
Adam Goodes,
Cathy Freeman
are new immigrants are they? “
“Gonna be in my country,
learn the  native language,
learn English”

“Have you heard the average person
on the street try to converse?

The standard of English in this country is quite

“How many White people
do you know that can
speak Indigenous languages?”

“Don’t hold me responsible
for what happened in the past
I didn’t do it…”

But, I’ve heard you say
you hate Japs and Chinks
because of what they did
to your grand father in Burma
and your uncle in Vietnam…
“They’ve taken my guns
I’ve done nothing wrong”
“Yeah, but seriously
you buy all your meat
at Safeway; do you even
know how to skin a Rabbit?”

“Those wankers in Bali
all addicts they’ are all gonna
die anyway”

“You always say just
as you open another beer can”
“It’s all a Halali conspiracy
to take away our freedoms
It’s a conspiracy against
us normal caring people”
“Would you be saying that
if it was Kocher?”

“And it wasn’t that long ago
that serving red meat
on Friday was a cardinal sin?”

“Treating me like a prisoner
like a slave in my country”

“How is it our country?
impaling a pristine landscape
with an Imperial flag
does not sovereignty make”

“If I stole your new car
and changed the license plates
wouldn’t you want it back
and fight me for a very long time
until you were reimbursed or at least
treated with some dignity and respect? “

So tell me what is so Damned patriotic
about using the flag as a weapon?
Or as a cape, or a hood, or even a turban?
Australians for Australians ay?

Any of you got English, Scottish, Irish,
German, Flemish or Welsh blood?
so forty thousand years of connection
doesn’t make you an Australian?

So inform me of your WILL?
Inform me, educate me
as to why you’re better than
a death cult who prey on the vulnerable,
the dis-enfranchised, the dejected, the lonely
and the frustrated—on the deep dark web
in the middle of the night, find an answer
to belonging by driving a car full of explosives
killing innocents, just to be counted in
a number.

Whatever happened to the Welcome Stranger?
The largest Gold nugget ever found?
Whatever happened to, ‘for those who’ve come
across the seas, we’ve boundless plains to share?”

Whatever happened to the city of old?
Whose streets were paved with gold?
So tell me what are Australian values?
Christian? Secular? American?
Bogan? Westie? Middle-class?
upper-class? No class?
Praying? Not drinking?
No Pork?

What is it you fear the most?

Whatever happened to the Welcome Stranger?
The largest Gold nugget ever found?
Whatever happened to, ‘for those who’ve come
across the seas, we’ve boundless plains to share?”

That bejeweled city of Old,
where the streets were paved with gold?

Friday, 18 September 2015

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Silent City

Silent City

(James WF Roberts) 

If you’re a hammer
am I a nail?
if you’re lightning
am I the storm?

the silent city falls
does light remain
in your eyes
we lost our way
too many times
Silent city crumbles
ghost lights haunt
the night
and I remain the watchman
in this lurid game
taking down the score
time and time again.

Silent city
lonely night
was I found
when you were lost,
lost when you were found?
what now is the price of love?
whose to blame for the
 corpse on the ground?

Silent city
dawn yawns
at the edges of
the sky

the silent city
shall be nothing more
than an echo in the footnote
of my tragedy. 

Portrait of a Lady © James WF Roberts

Portrait of a Lady
© James WF Roberts

On our first encounter
I arrived to an empty house,
someone else’s memories
other people’s misery

shadows dancing upon the wall,
we re-made your marriage bed
conversations, old champagne
narcotics and journeys of the head
Your wedding band hangs

majestically in the valley of your breasts
my hungry kisses and your deep sad eyes
On our first encounter  

your face from childhood
filled my dreams, desires,
portrait of a lady
not quite Dorian Grey

We moved as one
as street lamps, moon shadows
dance drunk across your naked body
this portrait of a lady
never disappoints
but I always seem to

Your smile is the world
people go to war
just for them to be  
thought of in your heart

Portrait of a lady
never surrenders
always retreats
In the end

you can close a door
we both had to open
Now we deny we both exist
pride clouds our feelings
insinuation, accusation
jealousy and hatred
clog the arteries

faster than junk food
time and time again

Portrait of a lady
never surrenders
always retreats
In the end

you can close a door
we both had to open
but whose left in misery,
and who thinks it’s all a game?

“Extract from “The Feeding” By James WF Roberts © 2015 (Santa's Naughty List: 25 Tales Of Paranormal Bad Boys Christmas)

“Extract from “The Feeding”
By James WF Roberts © 2015

“Burning neon lights look so smudged, so out of focus in the drizzling rain. I’m standing on the balcony, slowly watching the darkness creep its way across the sky. Fuck I hate cruising, hunting when it’s raining.  Lions never stalk the Savannah in the monsoon, nor do Wolves hunt in the rain. How can you follow the right scent, the right tracks in the mud? I know it’s going to be  over soon. They say we need a good downpour—a good cleansing. 

  Even though we were in a temperate zone—there’s was always something in the air, the longing, the humidity, the anxiety of an oncoming storm. You could feel the dullness on the air, the soul-erosion, the numbness of the afternoon sun in a stalemate with the darkening clouds, pendulous overhead, taunting us all.  Fuck—I am so bored. Longevity has it’s drawbacks.

The inescapable ennui, the sensual dullness, the barely giving a fuck if you feed or not. The quest for blood, the  longing for the essence—the addiction to human flesh, leaves you hanging worse than any drunk going through the DT’s or any smack addict who can’t get a fix. That nagging under the skin, that tiny little flame burning, burning under the skin.  I turn on the TV. G-d really has cursed me. Fucking Twilight is on again. I roll my eyes. Light the rest of the joint, I’d been saving for another night like this. I would love to know where Stephanie Meyer gets her information from—I, We, don’t fucking sparkle in ‘twilight’ we fucking melt.

 Direct sunlight makes those of my kind go all Wicked Witch of the West. I’m lucky I have built up a tolerance to a bit of gloomy mid-afternoon sun, that’s about it. Ahh, Miss Meyer, your wanna-be masterpiece, the eternal struggle of a bland, persona-non-grata personality and identity, teenage girl, Bella—as bland as Rice cakes, and the choice between bestiality (Jarrod) and Necrophilia (Ed). 

Fucking born again bitch! 

You’ve made my life hell, it used to be just goths, and emos, and the wanna-be’s who’d hunt you down, after they find out what you are; now it’s the Bella-wanna-be’s.  Sadly, none of them were the age of  Bella in the book, but were all fucking stay at home mother’s, not lean meat—mostly gristle, mutton dressed up as lamb. I have never  fooled around with my prey in a tree—I have hung the carcass of a few people over branches in forests, when the mob with pitch-forks and torches been chasing after me. That’s about it. Fucking Twilight is racist—maybe not racist, but certainly fucking offensive to me and my kind. I have seldom come across others of my kind in this city. I am the apex predator in this territory. Others of my kind know I am here—they seldom venture into my domain, if they did they would know that they would not have very long to live

We don’t have secret meetings, we don’t have underground armies ready to take over the earth—w are not at war with Lycanthropes—with Werewolves; my world is far  less Abbott and Costello versus the Wolf man, Frankenstein and Dracula. Twilight, Fifty Shades of Grey—all they are is a rip off of Wuthering Heights. 

Ah, the Bronte sisters—now they were women, they were writers.  Heathcliff what a great guy he was.  I always wondered if Emily had written Wuthering Heights based on our brief and tempestuous love affair. 1847 What year that was. It had always cut me to the quick, that Emily had died in 1848, aged 30. She deserved better than that. All of the Bronte sisters deserved better than the lives they had to live”

Extract from:
Santa's Naughty List: 25 Tales Of Paranormal Bad Boys Christmas

Wednesday, 1 July 2015




Please support this amazing new project!

Something very tantalizing, arousing, mysterious, secret, taboo, sexy and dangerous is happening in Melbourne...

The underground scene is about to show itself to the world--are you ready to be shown a wild slice of life? Are you ready for your darkest desires to come to life...well have I got the pozible campaign for you...

Scene Through My Eyes is a world first screen based drama, set amongst the lives and loves of members and patrons of a BDSM Fetish Club… 'Inner Sanctum'.  Its aim is to follow unique characters on their journey through the 'Inner Sanctum' and explore the taboo nature of fetish, sex and alternative lifestyles in an engaging, sensual, humerous, character driven, dramatic screenbased series.

50 Shades doesn't come close when there is an unlimited variety of colours, shades and tones to experience and embrace.

Scene is being made by the people who have run the clubs, developed the practices, adore the community and want to share their amazing stories with the wider world.
Each episode will focus on a different character, and tell the story of what brought them to the door and the journey they take once inside 'Inner Sanctum'.
Importantly, each story has a foundation in an actual anecdote, character or incident.
Images courtesy of: various artists

Director's Statement
“Scene Through My Eyes” is an “Alice Through The Looking Glass” screen based series where we follow everyday people as they walk through a door into another world full of mystery and drama (with dollops of humour) colliding with splashes of eroticism and the bizarre allowing for the total self to be revealed. A fascinating peek into the world of alternative lifestyles told through individual episodes.

My vision is to create a series that explores these unique clandestine characters through story. The imagery will be highly evocative in the Helmut Newton style of framing and pose.

The introduction of the characters will be in muted tones but once through the door the contrast and colour become richer and more heightened and camera work more dynamic. High key lighting will be used to create areas of seen and unseen.

The styling of the fetish wear will be created by some of the best master designers giving the stories a highly sophisticated ambiance along with a professional film crew who are well versed in high-end visuals and story-telling.

I look forward to having you join us on this journey to something new, exciting and revealing.

Episode Breakdown

Images courtesy of: Eagle Leather (Australia)

Initially, we will make 2 x 15 minute pilot episodes that will introduce some of the main characters and help set the tone for the entire series.

'Inner Sanctum' is a place like no other, a home away from home and a realm between worlds. A BDSM Fetish club brimming with the drama, desire, discovery and heartache of its clients, staff and proprietors. A deliciously diverse collection of characters, all of them regular people living their own lives. Sensually, empathetically and sometimes humorously portrayed on screen for the first time.

Each episode story arc will be laid over a seasonal storyline that will dramatise the day to day pleasure and pain, triumph and tragedy of participating in and operating an alternative, ground-­breaking BDSM Fetish club in a mainstream and often conservative world.

Episode 1 (pilot 1): I AM TASHA
Táshá is a stunning Monroe-­esque blonde Russian bombshell. A mother and partner through the glimmer of day, though as the moon sets over her city, she transforms into a flirty, scandalous and seductive creature, much to the delight of her lover Lex. She loves to be the focus of attention and knows no bounds on wanting to achieve it. Tonight's game begins, much to the pleasure of those stepping into ' Inner Sanctum' for the first time wanting to explore all they have heard, especially after their own unsuccessful and kind of humorous domestic attempts at BDSM. Encountering Táshá opens the door to the world of possibilities.

Episode 2 (pilot 2): A GIRL..... A WHAT?
Dee is a seasoned security person in the nightlife industry arriving for her first crowd control shift at the infamous club 'Inner Sanctum'. Believing she has seen it all, she will soon learn that things and people are not always what they appear to be. No-­one demonstrates this better than Enya Crack an 'Inner Sanctum' favourite and close friend of Miss T. A non-­conforming individual in ways you wouldn't begin to imagine, Enya Crack takes things to a level only a few have seen and try to get their head around.

Episode 3: Third Time Lucky
Episode 4: The T-Gyrls Big Bail Out
Episode 5: The Slut and the Dragon
Episode 6: Tie Me - Take Me
Episode 7: Cut My Lunch, The Dom That Wants It All
Episode 8: Double Sided Peep Hole
Episode 9: Whips and Chains Will Never Hurt Me
Episode 10: We're Gonna Party Like He Used To Be 49
Episode 11: The Story of the Bear
Episode 12: Alex, you Dirty, Dirty Girl!
Episode 13: Shine My Latex, Lick My Boots
Episode 14: Lead Me To Temptation... Then Deliver Me To Evil
How the funds will be used
Image courtesy of: Ju Photography

We are using these funds, combined with private investment, to shoot two pilot episodes of the show. To do the script and subject matter justice, we are using professional equipment, cast and crew. 'Scene' is being made with the highest production values possible, by some of the finest practitioners in the Film & TV industry.

The breakdown in costs for the two pilot episodes is approximately;
10% Pre-production
60% Production
25% Post Production
5% legals/ business structure
Image courtesy of: Art X Photography